***WG Fiction Story*** / **One Month is All It Takes** / ***..

***WG Fiction Story*** / **One Month is All It Takes** / ***Part 1*** “Casey! It’s so good to see you!” Her mom cried out as she stepped through the front door, shivering from the chill outside. Casey smiled, just happy to be out of the afternoon weather. Luckily, the snow hadn’t stopped her from making it before dinner, as her diet kept her hungry daily. She let her shoulders relax as the home’s warmth and delicious scents from the kitchen washed over her. Quickly embraced by her mom and dad, she gave her parents a tight hug, whispering, “It’s great to see you too, ma.” “Come in, we need to catch up– here, let me take your coat,” her mom stated, already taking off the lithe girl’s thick jacket, revealing her skinny frame to the residents. She was not too proud of her own body; the work she put into working out, eating less every day, and having to say no to parties every weekend just to keep herself in check was taking its toll on her. She was exhausted, to say the least, and was just happy to have a day or two to take a break from everything. “You look well,” her mom said, though with a twinge of searing guilt as she scanned Casey’s silhouette. “Glad to see my daughter is keeping herself looking perfect as always,” she seemed to hiss, in the same sweet yet degrading tone that Casey grew up hearing. She sighed, then just nodded in agreement. Keeping up appearances was starting to strain her mental capacity, as between work, college, and exercise, she had almost caught herself running through a fast food place every so often. Today, however, was her day to let go. Despite the nagging, her family was known for when it came to weight, the holidays were always there for the celebration, and celebrate they did. Her mother always cooked a massive feast, and between the three of them, she’d have plenty to keep her full for the next several days. Her mom ran back to the kitchen, finishing the final preparations for dinner, while Casey made her way to the dining table. Her dad was already seated, and as she gave him a sideways hug, he grunted something about making sure her grades were still good. She barely took notice, however, as the smells wafting in the kitchen carried her consciousness far, far away from this place. She sat down at the table and sighed. Every muscle that had been tensed all semester finally relaxed. As her mother began to bring out dishes, she couldn’t help but lick her lips and grin. Her stomach rumbled, her mind raced. Every new dish being pulled out sent another shiver of pleasure down her spine. As her mother finally brought out the turkey, glistening underneath the warm, yellow light from the lamp above, she knew that her feasting would make up for weeks, even months of stressed dieting. ____________ She stifled a belch as she leaned back against the old, wooden chair. Her stomach groaned again, this time from being filled to the brim. Casey tried to sit up, failing to account for the new weight that bulged from her waist. The waistband of her skinny jeans had long since been pulled down, unzipped, and unbuttoned. Her belt hung from her body, having been loosened just a couple of plates in. She picked a bone from her teeth, one hand subconsciously rubbing her middle as she felt another bubble of gas dislodge itself. “Jeez, that was– *URP* –” she huffed, another burp cutting her off, “mm, good, mom.” Her mother smiled, excusing her daughter’s gluttony for the holiday. Her own bloated middle showed the family’s regular adherence to indulging on Thanksgiving. “Of course sweetie,” she nodded. She stood, hand against the small of her back as she stretched. “I’m thinking dessert, what about y’all?” asked the cook of their feasting. A breathy Yes came from the other two, and Casey tried once more to sit up in her chair, this time with more success. Her stomach was bloated– no, packed full of all kinds of delicious foods. As she attempted to help stack plates for her mother to make room for the next course, her sweater stretched against the sides of her waist. She felt a dull pain as she leaned forward, like a stretching sensation. She winced. *I hope that wasn’t a stretchmark,* she thought to herself, before immediately forgetting her worries as her mother carried the empty dishes out and returned with two pies. Pumpkin and apple hit her nose, destroying any semblance of resistance against further binging. More pies came through the door, followed by platters of cookies and ice cream. Finally, a tub of vanilla ice cream was placed in the middle of the desserts, a chilly accent to the warm treats that would continue to fill all three of their guts. Casey licked her lips, picking up her cutlery and slicing a heavy piece of pumpkin pie for herself. *Good thing I packed my fat pants,* she thought to herself as she dug in. *more to come..* Written by: @ twoathingortry on Twitter! Check out their P@treon ***https://www.p@treon.com/trywrites*** ❤️‍🔥